Requests - New Years Smooch

[wilderthan]

Request meme time!

Give me a fandom/pairing/character or just a prompt and I'll write you 100 words or less of a New Years Smooch!

Please give me fandoms/pairings/characters you know I write with reasonable regularity (or have written a lot in the past). I know I'm a multishipper of epic proportions, but I'm not feeling like writing stuff I'm not used to. I'd hate to disappoint you if you asked for something I don't feel like doing.

Feel free to ask for a few and throw a couple of harder (for me) ones in anyway, 'cause then I can be sure of at least writing you something but you might also get the thing you want to see.

Feel free to ask even if you normally just lurk!

Comments

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

In a way, it's easy. Bran doesn't know why but it's always felt like something that was meant to happen -- the two of them, together, lives colliding and tangling. His first memories of Will have gone blurry with time, but he does remember the feeling. Like coming home, like meeting an old friend who knows you by heart, like meeting a new person who turns out to be your soulmate, like...

In a way, it's hard. Because they're so close, so right, Bran's so afraid to lose it. His throat is tight, his heart constricted, thumping away erratically in his chest.

He's pretty sure it's going to happen anyway, dithering aside. For a start, they're barely inches apart now, so close that he can feel Will's breath soft and warm on his face, so he can almost feel the heat of Will's body.

For another thing, Will is reaching up, hesitating for a moment longer and then finally, finally touching him, sliding his fingers into his hair and pulling him closer, closer.

The clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, and for a moment they hold the tableau.

Bran takes a deep breath. "Can you wait?"

"No," Will says, and he doesn't even sound nervous. Bran's beyond nervous now, flying high, his heart racing, dizzy with the feel of Will's body even closer to his than it was before. He closes the distance entirely, pressing against Will, kisses him -- kisses him -- and for a long, long moment he's aware of nothing else in the world but Will's body under his hands, Will's lips under his.

"Happy New Year," he says, feeling giddy, crazy, starving for more of that touch.

Will doesn't reply, not in words.

[darthanne.livejournal.com]

Love this, you can really feel the emotion of the moment.

I very much enjoy the way you write these guys.

[wilderthan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I just reread the sequence (to write proper reviews... great excuse, yis?) and now I really feel like writing the boys.